What a Witch Needs

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Pillow Talk

After dinner, Lavender came into the dorm room, finding Hermione primping in front of the mirror. She was dressed in a form-fitting black top and a black miniskirt. Lavender came up behind her and grinned at Hermione in the mirror.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” asked Lavender. “Off to meet your lover?”

Hermione was about to say “yes” when she remembered that it was Draco she was off to meet and not Harry. What if Lavender saw Harry hanging around the common room while she was gone? Wouldn’t that raise some questions?

After a few moments hesitation, Hermione said, “Yes, but later on. I need to stop by the library first. Harry will meet me later after Ron goes to bed. Can’t be too obvious, you know?”

Lavender looked at her outfit and said, “I don’t think you’re exactly dressed for the library. It may be a bit obvious that you’re up to something. Tell you what, I’ll go down and see if Ron is in the common room, and if he’s not, I’ll give you the all clear. Better put your robe over your dress as well.”

“Thanks,” smiled Hermione. She felt guilty lying to Lavender like this. ‘Oh, what a tangled web I’m weaving,’ she thought, dismally.

Her guilt did not linger long, however, when she saw Draco sitting on the bench in the alcove, waiting for her. She slowed her steps, aiming for an element of surprise. She stepped off the path quietly, taking a shortcut through the garden in order to come to him from behind.

Her body was already reacting to the sight of him, sprawled lazily on the bench, his blonde hair glistening in the moonlight. She slowly crept up behind him and just stood there, quietly.

She jumped slightly, surprised when she heard him say, “Mmmm, cinnamon and vanilla.” Then he leaned his head backwards, gazing at her face hovering mischievously over his.

“You knew I was here?” she asked. She had thought she had done a good job sneaking up on him.

“Not until I smelt you, felt you near. Kiss me, Granger,” Draco, breathily.

Hermione bent lower over his face and pressed her lips onto his, tasting his pleasant mint flavor. Then she stood up, running one of her hands through his hair and asked, “Do I really smell like cinnamon and vanilla?”

“Yes, makes my mouth water,” he smiled. “Come over here.”

Hermione made her way around to the front of the bench, feeling sexy when Draco looked at her outfit appreciatively.

“Stunning, Granger. Did you dress up for me?” He held out his hand and took hold of hers, pulling her down to sit on his lap sideways.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, “What do you think?”

He brought his lips closer to hers, murmuring, “I think you won’t be wearing this for very long.”

Hermione moaned with pleasure. Draco began stroking her tongue with his, a long leisurely kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts closer to his chest, aching with need to touch him in every possible way.

The hand that was on her knee now began to move upwards, its fingers stroking in slow, maddening circles. Up, up her bare leg, his fingers caressed and then began their descent to the inside of her thigh. Slowly, his fingers inched their way under her skirt and then suddenly halted.

Hermione was panting in his mouth, waiting in anticipation for Draco to touch her most sensitive place - but he stopped! His fingers stilled. He pulled back from their kiss and said, “Tell me what you want.”

Hermione’s heart was pounding and her panties were becoming damper by the minute. She wiggled her legs and bottom and tried to scoot herself towards his fingers, but he pulled them the same distance away.

“Tell me,” he ordered, again.

“I want you to touch me,” she replied, breathlessly. She felt like she would die if he didn’t move his hand on her immediately. “Please.”

“That’s not enough, Granger. I’m already touching you. I need you to be more specific,” he challenged.

“You know what I want,” she replied, restlessly. “Stop teasing me.”

“I want to hear you say it,” Draco persisted. “I want to hear you talk dirty, Granger. It excites me. If you want me to fuck you, then say, ‘I want to fuck..’ If you want me to…”

Hermione didn’t let him finish, saying impatiently, “I want you to move those fingers higher and stick them inside my knickers. Then I want you to move them all over my pussy and make me cum. There, is that specific enough for you?”

Draco laughed, saying, “Yeah, that’s much better.” He lowered his mouth onto hers and continued ravishing her while his fingers closed the small distance to her wet little mound. He softly ran the tips of his fingers over the fabric covering her clit, making her wiggle and moan with more urgency.

“All right, Granger,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ll give you what you want.”

His fingers slipped into the edge of her knickers and into the moist warmth of her yearning pussy. Hermione gasped, swinging one leg to the side to give him better access while she hooked one arm around his neck to hold on.

He wasted no more time teasing her, sticking two fingers up her wet passage and moving them in a most exquisite way. Hermione closed her eyes and moaned, her hold on his neck tightening as his fingers picked up speed and intensity.

When he slowed down, she was about to protest until she felt his fingers move up to her pleasure nub on her clit. His digits were slick and wet with her juices as he lightly pulled and rubbed the little button in little circles. Hermione had to put her mouth against his shoulder in order to muffle the noise she couldn’t help making.

Then, keeping his thumb on her clit, he moved his two fingers back inside her and began pumping them furiously, her juicy flesh hitting his knuckles and making noise. Hermione could not believe how great mere fingers felt.

She arched her back while holding on to his neck and threw her head backwards in ecstasy. Her hips began bucking off his lap as Draco kept intensifying his movements. She shuddered and jerked when the spasms of her orgasm began wracking her body, feeling the hot flood of juices squirt onto his fingers and hand. As her contractions subsided slowly, Draco kept his fingers deep inside her, moving just enough to extend her pleasure to its very end.

When she finally lifted her head back up, she saw a very smug grin on his face. He was very skilled - and he knew it, too!

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

His fingers were still inside her, keeping her wet flesh warm with his palm as she replied, “Oh… yes!” She brought her mouth to his for a kiss of gratitude.

Then Draco said, “Good, because I’m rock hard after having your cute little arse moving like that on my lap.”

Hermione smiled, mischievously, wiggling her bottom against his hard bulge. “It’s your turn to tell me what you want,” she teased.

He grinned back at her, gazing at her lips. “I want your pretty little mouth sucking on my cock. And then, I want to fuck you.”

Hermione wrapped both arms around his neck again and replied, “I want that too.” She looked up at the spot where her and Harry had hid just the other night. “But I don’t think its private enough here.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Draco asked, lowering his mouth to her neck, kissing and nipping at it.

“I think I may know a place we can go,” she murmured, an idea forming in her mind.

“Where?” he asked, still working on her neck. “Hurry, Granger, I want to be inside you.”

He still had not removed his fingers from her pussy and began moving them slowly again while he slid his tongue up the side of her neck to her earlobe, making her shiver.

Hermione was almost to the point of not caring where they did it, her body catching fire again. “Ah… um… the Shrieking Shack,” she managed to say.

Draco pulled his face away from her neck and looked at her strangely. “Very funny, Granger. I’m serious. If you don’t pick a place soon, I’m going to fuck you right here on this bench.” He bent his lips again to her neck.

“I am serious. I’ve been in it before,” she replied.

“You have?” He realized she actually meant it when he saw the look on her face. “How are we supposed to get there? We can’t go into Hogsmeade anytime we want to.”

She grinned, smugly. “I know a secret way.” She slipped off his lap and took his hand in hers, pulling him off the bench. “Come on.”

She led Draco towards the Whomping Willow. As they approached, he slowed his steps and pulled back on her hand. “You know what tree that is, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. And that’s exactly where we need to go,” she explained, pulling out her wand and calling out the spell to halt the tree from moving. “Immobilus”

Draco still dragged his feet when she pulled him towards the opening in the base of the tree. He expected the willow to smash them to bits any moment now, his face searching the hovering branches.

When she pulled him down into tunnel under the tree, Draco lit up his wand and looked around. “Are you sure about this, Granger? It looks pretty filthy under here. I think I’d rather take my chances on that bench.”

“Don’t fret. It’s empty and very private. We can make as much noise as we wish,” she explained as they finally emerged onto the first floor of the old home.

“I’m not fretting,” Draco said, taking a look around. “Look at the garbage and rat dung all over. You really want to roll around in all that?”

Hermione gave him an impatient look. “Aren’t you a wizard?” She took her wand and pointed it at the floor of the parlor. “Scurgify,” she said with a flick of her wand. All the refuse and every speck of dust or dirt disappeared, leaving a clean floor to lie on.

“Very clever, Granger. I suppose it will do,” Draco said, drolly. He kicked off his shoes and walked to the center of the clean floor. He turned to face her, beginning removing his shirt.

Hermione stood there, her wand still lit, watching him slowly pull the shirt over his head. She loved watching his muscles move and stretch and he seemed to enjoy showing her every angle of his well-formed body.

Draco could see the approval in her eyes. He had always made sure to take good care of his body. Hermione was not the only one to have noticed him, but, somehow, her opinion mattered more to him than anybody he had been with before. This was a girl who only a week ago would have gladly blackened his eyes, if given the opportunity. Now she desired him - and he found that extremely gratifying.

When his shirt was off, he held out his hand to her in invitation. Hermione shook her head and said, teasingly, “No, I want you to finish undressing. I’m enjoying the show.”

He grinned at her request and began unfastening his pants, taking his time and making a tease of it. He kept his eyes on her the whole time he was undressing, watching her reaction, and he wasn’t disappointed at the growing look of desire on face. By the time he was completely nude, he was also completely aroused. His cock grew and hardened at her hungry stare and Draco lightly ran his fingers along the length of it and said, “Do you like what you see, Granger?”

Hermione’s breathing became shallow and her body pulsed with the heat of her own arousal. She couldn’t find any words, so she nodded her head, making her way to where he was standing. She was less than half a foot away as she gazed down at his cock. Her hand swept up to replace his and she ran her own fingers over the smooth, warm skin.

Draco shifted slightly at the first touch of her cool fingers on his pulsing member. She was only touching him lightly and it was driving him mad for more. With his teeth clamped, he growled, “Do it!”

Her eyes flicked up to his. “Do what, Draco? Be more specific,” she teased, bringing his own words back to haunt him.

“I want you to get on your knees, put your hand and mouth on my cock and suck me with those sweet lips. I want to cum in your mouth and have you swallow it,” Draco grounded out, his eyes dark with lust and need. “Is that clear enough?”

“Crystal,” she smiled, seductively, wrapping her hand around him more firmly and moving it. Draco made a little grunt of pleasure. She made a motion to kneel and then stood up straight again, saying, “Would you like my clothes off?”

“Damn it, Granger!” he barked. “Stop with the teasing. Suck me now!”

She smiled, sexily. “All right, Draco, I’ll give you what you want.”

She fell to her knees, grinning when she heard him releasing a sigh of relief. Keeping her eyes on his face, she brought his glistening cock towards her mouth, giving him a few long licks on the very tip before she lowered completely onto him.

She felt his hands tangle into her hair as he groaned. “Yes, love… that’s it.”

As Hermione began the rhythm of her hand and her mouth, pulling and sucking, Draco began moving his hips towards her head, fucking her mouth while he felt her sweet tongue snaking around his shaft and around the head of his cock.

Hermione loved how worked-up he was and she was curious to know what it would feel like to have him cum in her mouth. It felt as if she were on an urgent mission of extreme importance: Operation Make-Draco-Cum. She would not be satisfied with anything but the highest marks, so with her usual determination in which she tackled any goal, she put her all into achieving this end.

Any grunt of pleasure he made would cause her to repeat more of what caused it. Draco was pleasantly surprised at how quickly Hermione had grown in her skills as he was so fucking turned on he felt he would burst at any moment. The moment her other hand lifted and cupped his balls, he could no longer hold off. He grasped onto her hair tightly as his body jerked and spurted its hot seed into her mouth.

Hermione was surprised when his cum began flowing as she had no idea that she would have to start swallowing quickly or else risk it all running down her chin. Her eyes flew open wide while she tried swallowing as quickly as she could, but he was cumming much too fast for her to swallow it all and the rest fell down her chin. She back her head away and covered her face with her hands, thinking that she would look like a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth. She wiped at her chin quickly before Draco could see.

But Draco never missed a thing. He fell to his knees in front of her and lifted her face with one finger under her chin. Looking her in the eyes, he asked, “What’s wrong? You didn’t like swallowing?”

“No, it’s not that,” she laughed, nervously. “It was just a lot, you know. Some got onto my face.”

Draco widened his eyes and laughed. “Granger, I think it’s sexy to see my cum on your face. Next time, don’t you dare wipe it off. Let me lick it off for you.”

“Really?” she replied, surprised.

“Yes, really,” he confirmed, flopping down onto the floor and looking up at her. He was still breathing hard from that magnificent blow job and it felt good just to lie down and let his body tingle in its afterglow.

He looked at her, holding one arm out. Hermione gladly snuggled into the crook of his arm and placed her own arm on top of his chest, resting with him.

Hermione couldn’t believe how tender Draco could be when he allowed it of himself. She began to think that she really didn’t know him as much as she thought she did.

“Draco?” she asked, softly, while making little circles on his chest with her finger.

“Hum?” he replied with his eyes shut, enjoying her caresses and the warm feel of her body pressed against his.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you about?”

“Hum?” he softly murmured.

“Before Harry had come into the room last night, you were about to release me from the spell. Why? Why did you change your mind about keeping me your slave?”

Draco opened his eyes and glanced over to her, thinking about what she had asked. Then he looked back at the ceiling and said, “You reminded me of someone.”

This answer surprised and intrigued Hermione even more. “Who?”

“That’s quite a personal question, Granger.”

“Everything we are doing tonight is quite personal,” she reminded him.

He examined the ceiling further as he said, “I’m not one for all the warm and fuzzy talk.” He could sense the negative affect his reply had on her as Hermione’s finger ceased their circles. So he added, “If you must know, you reminded me of my mother.”

“Your mother?” Hermione did not expect that comparison. “How so?”

“It was the way you were looking at me, like you adored me. It reminded me of long ago, when I was little and my mother used to laugh and play games with me. She looked at me like that, like I meant everything to her,” Draco said. He surprised himself with how much he was telling her. He never talked about these things with anyone, and now here he was, telling Hermione Granger of all people.

Hermione smiled at the image that his words painted in her mind. “Surely she still feels that way.”

She felt Draco stiffen under her embrace. Perhaps she had assumed too much. “What happened?” she pressed.

Draco’s words now became tense with anger. “My father started telling her to stop being so frivolous with me. He said that she’d turn me into a sissy. He was… harsh… with her. That was when she stopped smiling very much.”

Hermione felt so bad for him. She had never considered how hard it must have been for Draco, living with a man like Lucius Malfoy. No wonder he was bitter. “I’m sorry,” she whispered and kissed his cheek.

“Spare me your pity, Granger,” he said in disgust. “I don’t want it.”

Hermione took no offense at his harsh words. She could tell that this whole subject was very difficult for him to speak about in the first place. She was amazed that he had said this much. She was thinking about how she could change the subject when, to her surprise, Draco began speaking again.

“You know, I was extremely angry last spring when my father got arrested. It was embarrassing and a blow to our family. But now…, that he’s free again…, I wish that he wasn’t.”

Hermione began her circles on his chest again but did not say anything. She wanted him to continue talking as long as he would. She had a feeling that this was a rare opportunity to get to know this complex guy.

Draco did continue speaking. “My mother and I, we had the best summer I could ever remember having. We went on holiday to our villa on the Greek Island of Ios. And it seemed that the more days that passed without my father around, the more she began to smile again. For once we could forget that we were Malfoys and just be mother and son. No one was there telling us we had to act a certain way or uphold this standard or that standard. No one was criticizing us and telling us that we were pitiful, and that we’d better shape up if we wanted to keep the name of Malfoy out of disgrace.”

They laid there for a few moments more, before he turned his head towards her and said, “I can’t believe I just told you all that, Granger.” Then he laughed and added, “I guess if you want to know more about me, you’ll have to keep giving me those incredible blow jobs. They seem to loosen up my tongue.”

Hermione’s head lifted off his shoulder and looked at him in excitement, “Just how loose is that tongue?”

He immediately caught her meaning, replying, “Slip off those knickers and I’ll show you.”

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